Chapter 17

Liuniang was not found, and even the two brothers Er Zhurong and Er Zhuqin were missing, and Zhu Niang returned to the courtyard in despair.

In addition to teaching Aunt Xi Qingrui in the courtyard, there is also a man. The man was half covered by the painting tools placed under the big tree and Aunt Qingrui.

I can't see clearly.

When Zhu Niang saw these painting tools, she couldn't help but think that this son of her family was really persistent.

I just don't know why I want to paint her, could it be that this is a special rule for entering the Stone Mansion?

After Zhu Niang finished sighing, Aunt Qingrui also finished explaining the matter and let go of her body.

Zhu Niang was stunned the moment she saw the young man's appearance.

It was a gentle-looking man's face, his eyes pure and clean, like a cloud of sunlight rushing in on a winter day.

Warm as ever.

Zhu Niang spoke out in disbelief: "Gong...... Son? ”

The young man obviously didn't recognize her, but smiled and picked up the autumn leaves that fell on the stone table, opened a painting placed next to him and hung it aside, walked around and sat down behind the stone table, and raised his hand to Zhu Niang: "Girl, please do it on the embroidery stool." ”

The tone is gentle, with a faint warmth that makes people comfortable.

Zhu Niang was stunned and stretched back to the footsteps of the young man who had followed him for some time, and sat on the stool opposite the man.

The young man held a brush in his hand, and after a gesture to Zhu Niang in the void, he buried his head.

Zhu Niang sat on the soft embroidery stool, but her heart was cold.

yes, how could he remember himself? At that time, he just sent the lost two sisters and brothers back to the inn out of kindness, and by the way bought night candy to coax the two children who were at a loss because they were lost...... Let him remember.

Zhu Niang sat quietly like this, watching the young painter opposite her paint her.

The young painter's gaze moved on the portrait hanging on the side and the Zhu Niang sitting opposite, and the gaze that fell on Zhu Niang from time to time made Zhu Niang gradually restless.

Why is he here? He knows...... Now that she has lost her free body, is she a maid at the mercy of others?

Under such a gaze, Zhu Niang felt unprecedented panic and ...... Humiliation.

"How's it going?" The lazy and moist tone was like a feather, and suddenly calmed the bead girl who was about to bury her head.

Aunt Qingrui, who was working as an assistant to the young painter on the side, opened her mouth almost as soon as this person's voice fell: "Childe." ”

Under the coercion of Aunt Qingrui's gaze, Zhu Niang slowly stood up and called respectfully.

Childe nodded, and paced behind the young painter: "Junzhong's painting skills are good, especially this eye ........."

The young painter known as Junzhong put down his brush and nodded at the visitor.

Childe continued: "Ling Bo is round, clever and moving, it is really amazing! ”

The young painter smiled modestly: "Shi Gongzi Miao praised it, and it was this girl who was stunningly good-looking, so she had this stroke." ”

Childe also smiled, but when he was on the pearl girl, he turned into a rather disdainful smile.

He looked at Zhu Niang, who was standing respectfully with his head bowed and his ears down: "Where can this naughty child be called such praise as Junzhong, but now that he is old, he can't do anything, and he spent my good things in vain!" ”

Zhu Niang was really smashed by "this age", and touched her face with a sluggish face.

I thought: This son made things difficult with her in every way, and I don't know if he was born cheap or what? With her emotional intelligence, she has never met someone who hates her so blatantly. Not to mention...... She is only thirteen years old in ancient times, thirteen years old!!

"What did you say?!"

Zhu Niang said it in her heart, but she didn't know that the corners of her mouth had fallen into the eyes of her son.

Looking at the latter's expression of "I'm", I couldn't help but slander this person for being uncertain and very easy to get angry.

After the belly slander, he covered his mouth with hindsight.

And at this moment, Childe's disdainful smile has turned into a sneer: "Then what will you do?" Well? The last word rose slightly, with undeniable doubts, obviously very unhappy for Zhu Niang's behavior.

Zhu Niang closed her mouth tightly this time, and the latter was obviously not satisfied: "From today on, you can go to the small kitchen to do things." Qingrui, take her down. ”

Aunt Qingrui looked panicked and pulled Zhu Niang, who was out of the situation, down.

The small kitchen, which is said to have been set up for her youngest son when his wife was still in the house, has only one purpose, that is, to satisfy his youngest son's incomparably tricky appetite. Zhu Niang thought to herself, isn't it just to make a supper, little meaning!

So he said goodbye to Aunt Qingrui with a fearless expression, packed his luggage and moved to the side hall of the courtyard where the son was.

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"So? What do you want? Is the dish washed? Hairy pickpocket? And ......"

Three days later, in the middle of the night.

Zhu Niang hugged the quilt and dealt with the eldest sister in front of the bed with her waist crossed and wielding a kitchen knife, and she was sore and weak when she hit up and down.

"Ah Sister Gu, I haven't slept for three days, can I do it?"

"No! Childe is already waiting in the study! I named you to eat squirrel fish! Get up and get me some fresh in the pond!" ”

Zhu Niang was forcibly dragged away from the quilt, and had to walk towards the fish pond in the yard with vain steps.

It's a neurosis, isn't it?!

Almost every night to eat supper, but also to eat in the middle of the night three watches, the most terrifying thing is to eat only fresh every time, the nose smells, the tongue picks, you can know whether it is fresh or not, this is simply a serious illness?!!

Zhu Niang touched her slightly rough face that had been reversed day and night these days, and fell into a deep panic.

There are two people in the small kitchen, she and Ah Gu, Ah Gu is a chef in the small kitchen, twenty-eight years old, and is still unmarried. Although she is a woman, she looks very arrogant, especially with a pair of Guan Gong's eyes that are not angry but mighty, and the little maids in the Shifu who admire her cooking skills and want to marry, the guards are firmly stopped outside ten miles of street. A kitchen knife dances vigorously, so majestic! As soon as you open your throat, it has a miraculous effect of refreshing your mind!

Ah Gu originally worked as a chef in the famous Goolan brothel in Luoyang, and several generations of his family have also been chefs. Ah Gu's generation is a bit special in addition to the place of practice, which is even better than the blue, and it is famous in Luoyang City.

Because Shi Qi ate a bite of the food made by Ah Gu when he went to the brothel, he made a big amount of money to get people into the mansion, just to get him a few mouthfuls of food every night?!

What a hell is this......

Zhu Niang shaved the fish scales under Ah Gu's instructions, carefully shaved out all the debris with a toothpick, and then picked up the pigeon feathers and beat the eggs, from beginning to end, her eyes were wandering.

Waiting for Ah Gu to make the squirrel osmanthus fish and the pigeon egg yolk soup, it was already an hour later.

As before, Ah Gu went to sleep after making a meal, and Zhu Niang went to deliver the meal.

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Childe sat in the study with a comfortable face, holding a book and reading carefully after the fragrance of tea, and he didn't feel tired at all.

The clear voice and the harmonious fragrance of tea rose together, provoking the sleepy insects that Zhu Niang couldn't suppress repeatedly.

"Bang!" Because Childe has been ignoring her, she has been standing by the desk with the food, and under the burst of hypnosis, her head finally can't help but have a close contact with the tray that has been beckoning.

There is no way, the study does not reach the bedroom, except for a desk full of books, there is no other table for food, she can't just put the dishes on the ground and quit.

Childe heard the movement on her side, and finally looked up at her, but after seeing the yellow unknown object on her forehead, he became angry: "Take it down!" ”

Zhu Niang, who came to her senses, was stunned for a moment, and looked innocently at the inexplicably angry person behind the desk with big eyes.

The latter couldn't help but raise his voice and repeated: "I'm asking you to serve it, can you still eat it?!" ”

Zhu Niang retracted her gaze, but found that her vision was a little blurry, and when she looked closely, it turned out that her forehead hit the edge of the tray when she lowered her head just now, and the pigeon custard spilled out, which happened to be stained on the broken hair on her forehead.

Listening to Aunt Qingrui, this son has always been the most unbearable dirty, whether it is a person or a thing, as long as it is not pleasing to the eye, he can't help but lose his temper, it seems that now he has provoked this little ancestor again, Zhu Niang saluted, carried the tray and trotted back.

Looking at these meals that were finally made, and it wasn't really dirty, it was just that the soup spilled out and happened to be stained in his hair to cause a visual impact on people, and he thought it was a pity, so he thought about serving it and solving it himself, anyway, it was almost dawn, so it was early.

The insider seemed to know her thoughts, and when she just wanted to solve the meal in private, he said up: "Don't try to solve it for me in private!" Throw it away if it's dirty!! A distinct feeling of frieze can be heard in the tone.

Zhu Niang had no choice but to take the food and pour it into the waste bucket.

Touching the empty stomach that had been hooked up with food, he got into the quilt that still had residual warmth.

She was now finally sure that she was under pressure that she shouldn't be under at this age.

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Being treated harshly by such a tricky master at this age of growing bodies, I don't know if she will be underdeveloped in the future?

Zhu Niang glanced at a part of herself that had not changed in the slightest, and fell into a deeper worry.

To this day, she still can't figure out whether she is wearing a soul or a body?

If it's a soul piercing, it doesn't make sense that this face looks exactly the same as her modern self, but if it's wearing, why is it that in addition to the face that looks exactly the same, the other parts of her body have obviously changed a lot?

In modern times, she is called "boba" by her roommates......

Time is gone...... Looking at this part that has obviously shrunk by more than one number, Zhu Niang sighed.

Is this what it is called...... What you have doesn't know how to cherish, and what you can't get is always in turmoil?

Zhu Niang is now extremely nostalgic for the scenery of the past......

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